Porcupine Ridge logitech

She had not sought him out, but backtracked to one of the lakes in which to quench her thirst. Taggarik stood there – his large form cutting quite the sight against the proud ridge, though he seemed lost in thought. She did not announce her presence the way she normally would. Instead, her slender form loped up to sidle alongside him, her frosted eyes drifting over his wounds with concern written upon her features. “Have you tended to these?” Her voice was a gentle lilt – far softer than she had spoken to him for weeks now, and as if to reiterate what she meant, her muzzle dipped forward, grazing above the male’s injuries.